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She pushed him gently onto his back, careful not to jar his injury. Her hands slid down his chest, across the bandages, then lower, teasing along the waistband of his pants.

“You’re a wild thing,” she murmured, eyes dragging across his body. “Towering. All muscle and moss and fury.”

“And you’re soft fire,” he rasped. “Sweet and untouchable until you decide otherwise.”

He let her undress him slowly—his boots kicked off, his pants peeled down over thick thighs and powerful legs. His cock stood proud, flushed and heavy, leaking at the tip.

She sucked in a breath, pupils blowing wide. “Fuck, Rollo…”

He reached for her, pulling her back into his lap with a low growl. Her thighs straddled him, wet heat brushing the length of his cock, and he nearly lost it right there.

His voice cracked. “You feel that? How much I want you?”

Delilah rocked her hips, pussy sliding against him, slick and hot and perfect.

“I’m soaked for you,” she breathed against his lips. “Been dreaming of you inside me every night you were healing.”

“Say it again,” he groaned.

“I want you. I need your cock, Rollo. I need to feel it stretch me. Fill me. Remind me you're still here.”

He hissed, every nerve on fire. “You’re gonna kill me, witch.”

“Not tonight,” she whispered, sinking lower to kiss his throat. “Tonight, I make you live.”

He flipped them carefully, her laughter like music as her back hit the moss. Her thighs parted beneath him, welcoming. Her pussy glistened in the moonlight, folds wet and open for him.

He ran a finger through her slit, groaning at how ready she was. She whimpered, bucking up toward him.

“So ready,” he murmured. “So perfect.”

He leaned down and kissed her again—deeper, more desperate—before trailing kisses lower. Her breasts, round and flushed, peaked under his mouth. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while his fingers teased the other, switching until she was writhing, her breath coming in gasps.

“I need you,” she cried. “Please, Rollo—fuck me.”

He lined himself up, sliding the tip of his cock through her slickness, teasing her entrance.

Her voice broke on a moan. “Don’t tease.”

“I’d never,” he growled. “Just… need to feel this.”

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, the thick head of his cock stretching her open, coaxing a gasp from her lips.

Delilah’s back arched off the moss, dark waves spilling behind her like ink, her fingers clawing into his shoulders as her pussy clenched around him.

“Fuck,” he rasped, jaw tight. “You’re so tight. So fucking warm.”

She writhed beneath him, thighs trembling as she adjusted to his size. “You feel… gods, you feelhuge.”

His cock throbbed inside her, buried to the hilt. She was snug, hot, her slick walls gripping him in waves. He paused there, fully seated, eyes locked on her face. Her lips were parted, her chest heaving, the curve of her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. Her hazel eyes were dark and wild, blown wide with pleasure.

“Shit, look at you,” he muttered, brushing her damp hair from her face. “So fuckin’ perfect like this. Wrapped around me. Meant for me.”

Delilah’s breath hitched, fingers sliding up into his hair to pull him down. “Move,” she whispered, voice ragged. “I can take it. Iwantit.”

He didn’t make her wait.

Rollo rolled his hips, pulling out just enough to make her whimper, then slid back in slow and deep. She moaned low in her throat, her entire body responding, arching to meet him.